Page 83 of The Dark Rises
Cormal pours oil down my back and massages it into my butt. His finger dips into the crack, then down until he rims the hole below. More oil and he presses in up to the knuckle. Working my body, he adds another finger.
“You’re so damn tight,” he curses. “But fucking gorgeous with your beautiful ass in the air.” He slaps my butt cheek, and I squirm as a shaft of desire arrows through me.
Rivan curses. “Hurry the fuck up.”
“Bear down,” Cormal orders, his voice almost guttural. The beast in him is close to the surface. “Now.”
Obeying his command, I bear down, opening for him, and he slips in, but the stretch is tight, making me suck in my breath and hold it. Finally, he sinks all the way in and immediately starts shallow thrusts to get my body used to his. I release my breath in one long moan.
Mouth dripping, I relax my throat and peer up at Madoc. He pumps his hips, taking it slow at first, but after tonguing him for so long, he’s straining to stop his release. Thrusting faster and deeper, he fucks my mouth, while Cormal and Rivan fuck the rest of my body.
Goddess, this is better than I dreamed.
My body flies higher and higher, and the smell of the four of us permeates the room with a heady, rich scent that engulfs my senses. Hands everywhere, pressing, thrusting, faster and faster. I tremble, trying to hold onto my control, but the wave crashes over me, and I surrender to the torrent in me.
“Thank fuck,” Rivan says with gritted teeth. His body slowing as his own release follows mine.
Madoc jerks my head back to stare into my eyes and comes deep in my throat. I swallow and his steel-grey eyes flash with satisfaction.
Cormal growls behind me, and with one last thrust, surrenders to the same wave that swept over the rest of us. He bends over and presses sweet kisses on my damp skin, then pulls out.
Hands help me down to the bed.
“Now that was a coronation ceremony. I’m kind of jealous. Mine was spent alone,” I lament, rolling over to leisurely scan the three utterly delicious and naked men beside me. “You know, we’re just getting started, right? There are a lot of positions I want to try.” I point to a book I found in the library earlier this week. “But first, I want an old-fashioned shower. Anyone want to help me wash my back?”
Strolling out of the bedroom, I saunter into the shower I had Cormal create earlier this week. Feet hit the floor behind me, followed by a few thuds and grunts, and I laugh. It’s going to be a lovely night.
All three ofthem are dressed and eating breakfast when I wake the next morning. “Where do you find the energy?” I glance in the mirror as I pass and see crazy hair sticking out everywhere. The result of wet hair and lots of sex. Stretching, I push my arms into my robe, and plop down in the nearest chair.
Reaching for the bowl of fruit, I yawn and pop a strawberry into my mouth. Madoc’s eyes watch every move, and I smirk, knowing what he’s thinking.
“Why so serious?” I ask, grabbing my spoon and dipping it into the yogurt sitting in front of me.
Madoc leans back in his chair. “The Federation for Fae Rights and Independence declared war last night.”
I drop the spoon into the bowl. “Who?”
“Basically, the Fire Fae and any additional Fae who’ve joined their cause,” Cormal explains, glancing up from his phone. He leans over and gives me a hard kiss, then hands me a cup of coffee. Black. “You’re going to need the energy. We’ve got a lot to do today.”
I raise my two fingers, pinch them together, and thrust forward. When they give me a crazy look, I sigh. “I’m popping my bubble of happiness and post coital euphoria. And here I thought we could try page one hundred and sixteen this morning.”
Rivan stares across the table, then jumps up and flips to the page in the book. He groans and brings it over to show the other two.
Madoc scowls. “Fucking hell. I’m going to have a hard-on going to my own damn council meeting.”
“Nobody forced you to check it out,” I quip in a snarky voice. I can’t help it. I’m more than a bit peeved to have my sex fest over this fast. Finishing the coffee, I look at the three of them. “What’s first on the agenda?”
“Meeting with the council,” Madoc spits out. “As if they will know what to do.”
“Red tape. It’s why I declared war on the Water Fae,” I say with a sympathetic nod. “The council blocks everything. They were a bunch of pansies who didn’t know the meaning of fighting for what they want, but they damn sure wanted to dictate my actions.”
Cormal darts a glance at Madoc, whose expression lightens.
“Would you mind going to the council meeting in my place? I need to start assessing what’s left of the army,” Madoc asks, flashing me surly puppy dog eyes.
“I’d love to,” I purr. Now where did I put that turquoise low-cut blouse?
Madoc writes something on the pad beside him and tears it off. “You’ll need my official approval to be my stand in.”
